77 Chapter 77 (2/2)

”AHHHHHHHHH!” more like dragged her out by hand if i was to be honest about it. Her screams echoed loudly but i was deaf to her sufferings. Do my bidding or get crushed while rejecting it.

Such a worthy maxim i live by.

”Why...” one word from a fragmented heart. Her tears were flowing again akin to the raging floods of nature's outbreak. I understood her pain completely.

For not only women do this but also of men who found no further meaning to life. At least, not anymore. With no hope or faith, everything shatters.

”I come to offer you a choice, Tamara.” i started and looked not on the grieving woman. My vision was totally focused on the dimming sun in the horizon. What lovely color it was.

”You can stay and be the plaything of Neon.”

”Or be my woman and enjoy a life of grandeur.” Two simple paths. Yet i knew even as i said the words that either one was unlikely to be chosen.

”Kill... me... please...” her words rang softly in the scene. Though it was less of a whisper than anything vaguely intelligible but i heard it all the same.

”Don't you want to live? Perhaps even one day, take your revenge upon your nemesis.” I asked but got ignored.

”Look at me, Tamara!” our eyes kissed. She wanted to close the gates to her soul but how could i let her do that. Thus, she saw what i wanted her to see. My life for eons. Of dominion and slaughter.

Of victory and subjugation. In a breath of time, she'd seen it all.

”STOP!” Tamara wailed with that lone word. Fresh tears were now masquerading down her face. Though i knew the truth in her eyes. But a woman in tears always seem to appear fake in my thoughts.

”Tell me.” said i.

”If you bring my family back to life, then i will be anything you want me to be. A woman. A killer. A slave. Your bitch.” Tamara answered after the fifteenth breath had elapsed.

Oh, a wise one indeed. I smiled at this precious gal. The virtue of self-sacrifice was always a pleasant one to be a witness of.

”You should know that you won't ever escape from me, Tamara. An eternity of service shall be your fate. Are you sure?”

”Yes.” my newly contracted pussy responded. And with the last echoes of her words were the advent of another familiar tune.

The slow shuffling clothes and its gentle drops that sounded so audibly refreshing to hear in the closed confines of these chambers.

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